Rook's Task

Rook easily dodges the metool's attacks with his evasive movements.

Upon reaching his target Rook rears his right arm back clinching his fist. His Fist then burst into wispy flame as it is covered in plasma. Given his large stature versus his opponent Rook decides to use a hammer fist type attack as he brings his fist down towards the metool. As his right fist is plummeting towards the metool his left fist is coming up. Flames drift off his fist as it moves leaving a trailing glow. He quickly brings his left fists down behind his right in a second hammer fist. Not even looking to see if his first two hit he brings both back up clinching them both together. "The flames will cleanse you!" Rook shouts as he brings them both down together in a double hammer fist towards the weakened metool.

Rook focused on cleansing all three of the viruses didn't look to see if the metool he was fighting had been deleted. Spinning towards one of the other metools he chuckles. "Seems there isn't enough fire to cleanse these wayward viruses." Rock says as jets of flames kick out the back of each of his missiles pods. One after another missiles streak out of the pods screaming towards the metool. As the missiles fill the air Rook bellows "From the sky rains the will of the maker. Who are you to deny him?" The hum slow quiets as the gems on Rook's body slowly fade leaving him drained of his stored energy.

Summary
1. Buster attack (2) -> Metool A
2. Buster attack (2) -> Metool A
3. Ability: Gatling Attack: Free action Buster Shot (2) ->Metool A
4. Sig (Cluster Missiles 5 x4 fire +multihit +shot type +large terrain lava +Charge Burner TCD 2) Metool B

Signature Moves
Cluster Missiles - TCD2
Rampart Defense - Ready

(Bump)

A few shots and missiles later, the Metools were reduced to two, and the battlefield increased to a full lava stage. The Metools figured they had nowhere to go, and started to go all out on their attacks. Instead of making shockwaves with their pickaxes, they opted instead to simply hurl the mining tools at Rook. In their anger, however, one of the axes missed, but the other lodged itself directly in his arm. (10)

-- ENEMIES --
Metool A: DELETED
Metool B: 10 HP [Lava]
Metool C: 30 HP [Lava]

-- NAVIGATOR --
Rook.EXE: 140 HP

-- TERRAIN --
100% Lava

Rook's laugh fills the air as his missiles score a hit spraying napalm across the battle field converting the last few panel to lava. Lost in the moment of the righteous flames and cleansing heating rising off the lava panels Rook is unaware of the first pickaxe thrown his way. Slipping right past his arm plate it scores a hit on one of his hydraulic units. Lodged in the unit fluid slowly leaks out and along the pickaxe finally dripping of the end of the handle to the ground. The blow quickly brings him to his senses. Just in time to side step and quickly bring his good arm up deflecting the second pickaxe with his arm plate harmlessly to the side.

"Fiend of he who shall not be named. How dare you strike the servent of the Code Maker." Rook shouts as he reaches up and dislodges the pickaxe from his arm. Rook grunts as the pickaxe disengages from the hydraulic unit. A flood of fluid rushes out of the hole created by the pickaxe. Drained of fluid from that cylinder the other cylinders strain trying to make up for the lose but as Rook flexes that arm it is still sluggish.

Rook turns towards the metool C with a grim expression on his face. He slowly scans the metool watching his movements waiting for good time to strike. Seeing what he believes to be a good opening Rook calmly says "He gives you life, but I shall take it in his name." as he hurles the dislodged pickaxe with his good arm at the metool.

As the Flames rage on around Rook and the metools and the pickaxe flies through the air Rook begins praying "I beseech you, Code Maker, receive these viruses flying to you. Spare them from your anger; that they who fear to be chastised by the rod of you Majesty in the suddenness of death, may be made worthy to rejoice in your gracious pardon. "

Summary
1. Take Aim to increase hit chance
2. Throw Dislodged Pickaxe
3. Pray for the errors of the Viruses

Cool Downs
1. Cluster Missile - TCD1
2. Rampart Defense - Ready!

A toss of the Metool's own pickaxe back at it managed to lodge it straight in its helmet, which somehow damaged it, even though the helmet was supposed to protect it. To retaliate, they threw even more pickaxes, which just sorta whizzed past Rook's shoulders. Wow, these guys were asshats.

-- ENEMIES --
Metool A: DELETED
Metool B: 5 HP [Lava]
Metool C: 15 HP [Lava]

-- NAVIGATOR --
Rook.EXE: 140 HP

-- TERRAIN --
100% Lava

[State target in summary next time, please.]

Rook doesn't even notice the pickaxes wiz by as he completes his prayer. Sensing that the metool are close to being cleansed Rook slowly begins walking toward the least injured one. "The Maker of the Code is a forgiving being and shall take you and remake you into something pure. Do not seek to resist anymore small ones you just delay the inevitable." Rook says as he slowly closes the distant between himself and the metool.

Upon reaching the metool Rook raises both hands outward towards the sky. "Make of the Code hear the call of your faithful servant. Let the errors be washed away from this wayward virus. Let him once again know the joy of being whole. Let him bask in your glory and be reborn" Rook says with his gaze turned towards the sky.

Rook then drops a knee to the ground. Just as his knee is about to touch both hands go from there raised position to an oustretched lunge towards the metool. Rooks massive hands are spread wide with his fingers out palms towards the metool. Rook then attepts to grab the metool by the edges of his large helmet and submerge him forcefully into the lava panel.

Summary
1. Slowly walk towards Metool C
2. Attempt to grab Metool C
3. Attempt to submerge Metool C in the lava panel.

Cool Downs
1. Cluster Missiles - TCD0
2. Rampart Defense - Ready

As Rook approached his intended target, the other Metool decided to launch a shockwave at him. The attack made contact, but the lava made short work of the virus at the same time. Rook essentially ignored the attack and grabbed the last Metool, shoving it into the lava almost effortlessly. The virus was clearly on its last legs as it attempted to struggle to the magma's surface.

-- ENEMIES --
Metool A: DELETED
Metool B: DELETED
Metool C: 5 HP [Lava, submerged]

-- NAVIGATOR --
Rook.EXE: 130 HP [Lava]

-- TERRAIN --
100% Lava

Rook lets the shockwave roll over him without giving it much thought. The damage it caused was minimal compare to the data in which he was about to cleanse. Trying to hold the metool bellow the surface of the lava was becoming dificult as the metool struggles combind with the damage to his right arm were becoming taxing. "Peace little one the end will soon set you free." Rook says trying to soothe the virus. Almighty Code Maker, who by our baptism into the death and resurrection by your will does turn us from the old life of sin: Grant that we, being reborn to new life in you, may live in righteousness and holiness all our days; through the same code, that we might live and reign with you, one code, now and for ever." Rook prays as he continues to baptize the metool with the lava.

Summary
1. Continue to try and hold Metool C bellow the lava
2. A prayer of baptism
3. Nothing

Cool Down
1. Cluster Missile - Ready
2. Rampart - ready

Rook's continued efforts to keep the Metool under the lava soon resulted in the virus bursting into various fragments of junk data before drifting away.

-- ENEMIES --
Metool A: DELETED
Metool B: DELETED
Metool C: DELETED

-- TERRAIN --
100% Lava

Battle 1 Complete!

-- NAVIGATOR --
Rook.EXE: 130 HP [Lava]

Rewards: Guard1 Battlechip data, 200z

Having cleansed the last virus Rook stands up and check his arm. "Tough little buggers, but all must be cleansed in the eyes of the maker"

Beep Beep!

Rook stop for a moment. "Wow seems he actually got some costumers. Well I guess i can deliver this invoice another time."

Rook stares blankly for just a second before his body falls apart into little rocks.

(Jacked Out)